PREVIEW
... ’t bother the ears. Her voice was thick of emotion yet she did it in a way that made it sound natural. She stood on a small crate, not too far from the large campfire we all sat around, and was nearing the end of her story. One of loss. One of hope.
One that transfixed me almost as much as everyone else.
Almost.
It was interesting. And not just the story itself. Brandy had returned from the Bell Church right as we had all gathered to eat dinner. Instead of telling anyone ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE